But she did not add that she had been at
Beechgrove only once, and had left the place in sorrow and shame.
She seemed to have every comfort, every luxury; but Margaret noticed
also that she never spoke of her circle of society--that she never
alluded to visitors.
"It seems to me, my darling, that you lead a very quiet life," she said,
one day; and Madaline's only answer was that such was really the case.
Another time Margaret said to her:
"You do not write many letters to your husband, Madaline. I could
imagine a young wife like you writing every day," and her daughter made
no reply.
On another occasion Mrs. Dornham put the question to her:
"You are quite sure, Madaline, that you love your husband?"
"Love him!" echoed the girl, her face lighting up--"love him, mother? I
think no one in the wide world has ever loved another better!"
"Such being the case, my darling," said Margaret, anxiously, "let me
ask you if you are quite sure he loves you?"
No shadow came into the blue eyes as she raised them to her mother's
face.
"I am as sure of it," she replied, "as I am of my own existence.
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